girl.
They both moved to the kitchen table to continue their conversation over breakfast. Aisha had already sat down and began eating when she noticed Sydney taking the pot of grits from the stove, distracted by the sound of the front screen door opening. At the sound of the subtle knocks, Sydney remembered Mason had said he would be stopping by, but she didn’t expect him to come this early.
“Who’s that?” Aisha mumbled, walking to the door.
They didn’t have a peep hole, so she opened it just enough to peek through the crack. It was Mason all six feet, two hundred and twenty pounds of him. Her eyes traveled and nearly undressed him from head to toe.
She opened the door all the way to greet him a little more cordially and less dramatic. His smile was captivating to her, but his expression was that of a person at a loss for words. He had expected Sydney to open the door, and didn’t remember her mentioning living with a sister or having a roommate.
“I’m sorry, does Sydney live here?”
She opened the door farther, “I’m starting to wish she didn’t,” she answered with a disappointed and flirtatious smile.
Sydney came up from behind and nudged her aside.
“I didn’t expect to see you this early,” she smiled, speaking softly through the screen door that separated them.
“I hope that’s not a bad thing. I figured why wait for most of the day to pass when we can pass it together?”
She laughed. “Please tell me that’s not one of your pick-up lines.”
“Only if it worked,” he countered with a auspicious grin. “May I come in?”
She paused for a second and leaned against the door frame, playfully considering whether or not to let him inside. She looked at him, looked up in the air, looked at him again, and smiled, eventually opening the door wide to let him in.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, closing the door behind him.
Around the kitchen table their utensils sounded like tap shoes on a wooden floor, but was soon to be overshadowed by laughter and reenactments of embarrassing stories. He found himself sometimes caught in the middle of light chuckles shared between Sydney and Aisha, just as Aisha found herself sometimes displaced by stolen glances across the table between Mason and Sydney. Aisha made mention to him that he must be something pretty special for Sydney to be home on a Sunday; usually she would have been in church.
The morning was well spent caught in conversation, as was the afternoon, which crept on them without notice. Aisha had already left the house for the day. With no one there but the two of them, and nothing but time that neither one of them wanted to spend apart, Sydney decided to give him a tour of her house. They made their way up the stairs and Sydney showed him one of the bathrooms, which was heavily decorated with a girlish charm; the loft, which was furnished like a second living room; and Aisha’s bedroom, which she would have killed Sydney for if she knew she was showing Mason. Passing a closed door to a room that Mason could only assume was her bedroom, he stopped, boldly placing his hand on the door knob.
“What about this room?” he proceeded to ask in engaging curiosity.
Equally engaged, Sydney turned back towards him, not noticing the curiosity of the room as much as what could take place in it. She toyed with him, knowing where his mind was going. She slowly walked towards him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her lips to his, almost as if she were going to kiss him. She placed her hand on top of his, still holding the door knob.
“Let’s leave this door closed,” she responded softly, before letting go and walking back down the stairs.
He smiled in pleased disbelief watching her walk away from him, shaking his head as he followed her back down the stairs. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was kind of hoping she would say that.
He stepped down into the living room
They both moved to the kitchen table to continue their conversation over breakfast. Aisha had already sat down and began eating when she noticed Sydney taking the pot of grits from the stove, distracted by the sound of the front screen door opening. At the sound of the subtle knocks, Sydney remembered Mason had said he would be stopping by, but she didn’t expect him to come this early.
“Who’s that?” Aisha mumbled, walking to the door.
They didn’t have a peep hole, so she opened it just enough to peek through the crack. It was Mason all six feet, two hundred and twenty pounds of him. Her eyes traveled and nearly undressed him from head to toe.
She opened the door all the way to greet him a little more cordially and less dramatic. His smile was captivating to her, but his expression was that of a person at a loss for words. He had expected Sydney to open the door, and didn’t remember her mentioning living with a sister or having a roommate.
“I’m sorry, does Sydney live here?”
She opened the door farther, “I’m starting to wish she didn’t,” she answered with a disappointed and flirtatious smile.
Sydney came up from behind and nudged her aside.
“I didn’t expect to see you this early,” she smiled, speaking softly through the screen door that separated them.
“I hope that’s not a bad thing. I figured why wait for most of the day to pass when we can pass it together?”
She laughed. “Please tell me that’s not one of your pick-up lines.”
“Only if it worked,” he countered with a auspicious grin. “May I come in?”
She paused for a second and leaned against the door frame, playfully considering whether or not to let him inside. She looked at him, looked up in the air, looked at him again, and smiled, eventually opening the door wide to let him in.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, closing the door behind him.
Around the kitchen table their utensils sounded like tap shoes on a wooden floor, but was soon to be overshadowed by laughter and reenactments of embarrassing stories. He found himself sometimes caught in the middle of light chuckles shared between Sydney and Aisha, just as Aisha found herself sometimes displaced by stolen glances across the table between Mason and Sydney. Aisha made mention to him that he must be something pretty special for Sydney to be home on a Sunday; usually she would have been in church.
The morning was well spent caught in conversation, as was the afternoon, which crept on them without notice. Aisha had already left the house for the day. With no one there but the two of them, and nothing but time that neither one of them wanted to spend apart, Sydney decided to give him a tour of her house. They made their way up the stairs and Sydney showed him one of the bathrooms, which was heavily decorated with a girlish charm; the loft, which was furnished like a second living room; and Aisha’s bedroom, which she would have killed Sydney for if she knew she was showing Mason. Passing a closed door to a room that Mason could only assume was her bedroom, he stopped, boldly placing his hand on the door knob.
“What about this room?” he proceeded to ask in engaging curiosity.
Equally engaged, Sydney turned back towards him, not noticing the curiosity of the room as much as what could take place in it. She toyed with him, knowing where his mind was going. She slowly walked towards him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her lips to his, almost as if she were going to kiss him. She placed her hand on top of his, still holding the door knob.
“Let’s leave this door closed,” she responded softly, before letting go and walking back down the stairs.
He smiled in pleased disbelief watching her walk away from him, shaking his head as he followed her back down the stairs. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was kind of hoping she would say that.
He stepped down into the living room
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